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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sonics to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.