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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.