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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.