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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.