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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.