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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.