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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.