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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Pole,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
The Monks,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.