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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.