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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.