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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Move to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.