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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 snare 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.