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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Suicide to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.