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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.