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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.