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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
JFA,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.