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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.