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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Smog,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.