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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.