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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.