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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.