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 Azerbaijan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.