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 Togo 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.