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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Brick,
Index,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.