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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Association to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.