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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Associates 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.