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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.