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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.