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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
CMW,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.