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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.