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 Yemen 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.