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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
The Index,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.