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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.