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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Visage,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Rekid,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.