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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Brick,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.