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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.