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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.