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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.