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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.