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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.