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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.