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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.