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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.