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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Nico,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.