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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
The Saints,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.