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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.