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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.