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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.