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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.