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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.