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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.