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 Indonesia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Morten Harket 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
ABC,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.