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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.