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 Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Nico,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.