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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Brick,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.