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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.