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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.