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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.