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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.