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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.