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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.