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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.