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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Inner City,
PIL,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.