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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.