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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.