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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Cameo,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.