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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.