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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Can,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.