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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.