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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.