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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
AZ,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.