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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 guitar 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.