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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.