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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.