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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Fear,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.