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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.