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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Scientists,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.