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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.