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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.