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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.