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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.