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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.