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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Agitation Free 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.