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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.