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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.