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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.