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 Singapore 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wire to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.