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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.