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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.