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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.