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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.