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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Pole,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.