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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.