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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Neu!,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Franke,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.