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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.