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 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.