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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.