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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.