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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Television,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.