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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.