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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.