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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.