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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Magma 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Organ,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.