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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.