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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
UT,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.