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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.