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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.