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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Motions to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
The Names,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.