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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.