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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Pagans,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.