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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.