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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.