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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.