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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.