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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.