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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 EPMD to the grime 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.