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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Japan,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Rakim,
CMW,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.