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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.