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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.