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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.