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 Australia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.