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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
The Wake,
June of 44,
PIL,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.