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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.