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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.