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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.