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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
The Human League,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.