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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.