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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
CMW,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Monks,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.