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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.