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 South and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Yellowson,
UT,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.