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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Black Moon 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.