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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Q65,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.