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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.