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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.