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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Swans,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.