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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.