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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.