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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.