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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.