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 Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.