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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Monks,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.