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 Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.