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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.