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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Lindisfarne 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.