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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.