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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.