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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.