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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.