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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.