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 Ukraine 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.