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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.