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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.