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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Mars,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.