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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 snare 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.