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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.