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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Crime to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Ten City,
EPMD,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.