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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.