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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the funk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.