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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.