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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.