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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.