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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.