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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.