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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
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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.