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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
New Order,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.