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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.