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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.