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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Television,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
New Order,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.