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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Nico,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.