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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.