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 Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Mars,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.