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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Monks,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.