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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.