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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.