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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
the Association,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.