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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.