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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.