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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.