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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.