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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.