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 Thailand and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Jacques Brel to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.