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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.