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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin 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?
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.