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 Armenia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.