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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Technova,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
DNA,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.