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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
New Order,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.