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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 sitar 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 Drexciya 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
June Days,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.