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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.