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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.