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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.