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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
JFA,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.