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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Little Man,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.