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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.