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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Brick,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.