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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.