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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Fear,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.