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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.