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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
The Move,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
June Days,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.