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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.