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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
the Association,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.