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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Television,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.