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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.