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 Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Crime,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.