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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 JFA to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 crunk 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.