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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Camouflage,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.