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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Monks,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.