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 Belgium and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the electroclash 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.