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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.