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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
The Names,
cv313,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.