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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.