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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.