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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
The Index,
Magma,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.