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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Scientists,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Swans,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.