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 France and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Searchers to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.