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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.