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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
cv313,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.