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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 the Human League to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
UT,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.