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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.