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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.