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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Monolake,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.