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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.