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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.