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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Can,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.