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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Visage,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.