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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Japan,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.