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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.