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 Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.