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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.