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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.