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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.