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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Wire,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.