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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.