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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.