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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 the Germs to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.