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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.