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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.