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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.