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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
The Move,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.