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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Can,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.