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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Wings,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.