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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.