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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Unwound to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.