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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.