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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.