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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
The Names,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Television,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.