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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.