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 Seychelles 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.