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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.