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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Nico,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.