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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.