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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.