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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Pole,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Skriet,
MDC,
Motorama,
CMW,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.