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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.