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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cowsills to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.