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 Lesotho 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.