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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.