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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
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.