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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Salvador and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Slave,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.