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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.