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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.