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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Visage,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.