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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Wire,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.