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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.