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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.