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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Offenders to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.