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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Organ,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.