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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Can,
Wings,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Whodini,
10cc,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.