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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.