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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Monks,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.