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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.