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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Ossler to the dance 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.