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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 güiro 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.