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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.