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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.