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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.