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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.