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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.