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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.