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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Sam Rivers to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Josef K,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.