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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.