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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.