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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.