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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Television,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.