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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.