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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.