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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Magma,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.