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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.