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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.