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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.