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 London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.