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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.