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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.