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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.