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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
MDC,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.