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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Tom Boy to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.