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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.