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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.