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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.