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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.