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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.