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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.