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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.