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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.