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 Iceland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Fear,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.