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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 AZ to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.