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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.