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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.