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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry 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?
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.