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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Gong,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.