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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.