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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.