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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
the Germs,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.