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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.