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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.