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 China and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Index,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Swans,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.