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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.