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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.