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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.