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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.