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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.