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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
cv313,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Mars,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.