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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.