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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.