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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.