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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.