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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.