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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the grunge 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.