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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.