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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.