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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Zeros to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.