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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Pole,
Mars,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.