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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.