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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.