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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.