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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.