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 Turkey 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 In Retrospect to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.