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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.