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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Index to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Smog,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.