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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.