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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.