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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.