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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.