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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.