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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
X-102,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.