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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Kaleidoscope 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Television,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.