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 Indonesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Jakarta and Calgary.
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 snare 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Technova,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.