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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.