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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Franke,
UT,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.