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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.