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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.