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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Toasters to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.