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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Crime,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.