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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.