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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.