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 Turkmenistan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.