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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.