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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Black Dice to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.