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 Montenegro 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.