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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.