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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Nico,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.