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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.