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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.