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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ 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 Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.