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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.