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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.