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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.