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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.