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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gap Band to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag 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?
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.