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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.