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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
MDC,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.