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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.