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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.