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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.