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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.