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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.