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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.