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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.