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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Organ,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.