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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
DNA,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.