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 Gambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.