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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.