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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Residents to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.