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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.