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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.