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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.