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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.