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 Canada and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.