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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.