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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers 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?
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
AZ,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.