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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Japan,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.