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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.