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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.