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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
The Sound,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.