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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
DNA,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.