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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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?
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Neu!,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
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.