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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Gladiators,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.