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 Switzerland 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.