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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.