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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.