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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.