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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.