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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 H. Thieme to the grime 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.