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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.