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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.