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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.