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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.