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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Magazine to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Can,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.