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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.