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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Fear,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.