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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Skaos,
Pole,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.