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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.