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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Symarip,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.