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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.