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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.