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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 MC5 to the techno 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
MC5,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
The Doors,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.