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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Index,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.