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 Mali and from New York.
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 Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Sonics,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.