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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.