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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.