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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.