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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Index,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.