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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.