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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.