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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.