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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
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.