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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.