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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.