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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.