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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.