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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 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 Faust to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.