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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.