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 Burkina 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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?
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.