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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Minutemen 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.