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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pussy Galore 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.