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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.