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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.