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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.