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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Slits to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.