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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.