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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.