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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
PIL,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.