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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.