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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.