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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.