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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Warren Ellis 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
The Standells,
AZ,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.