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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 The J.B.'s to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
David Bowie,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.