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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.