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 Lithuania 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Visage,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.