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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.