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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Index,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.