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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Liliput 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.