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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Selecter to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Magma,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.