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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
The Litter,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.