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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.