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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.