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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Monks,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.