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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
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.