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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.