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 Angola and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.