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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis 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?
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.