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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.