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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Fear to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.