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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Faust,
The Move,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Scion,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.