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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.