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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Camouflage,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.