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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.