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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.