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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.