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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.