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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.