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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.