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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Standells to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.