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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.