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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.