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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.