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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.