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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.