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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.