Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.