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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.