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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.