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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.