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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Seeds to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Shoche,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.