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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.