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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
The Martian,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.