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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.