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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.