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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.