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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Q65,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.