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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.