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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.