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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.