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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.