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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Pagans,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.