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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.