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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.