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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.