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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.