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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Tremeloes to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.