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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
UT,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.