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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.