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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.