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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Invisible to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
The Human League,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.