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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.