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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
UT,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Slave,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.