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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.