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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.