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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.