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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.