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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.