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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.