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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Ten City 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.